rejoice, America! Dear Leader’s gonna lower the price of the ‘fat shot drug’

what the fuck is Donny gibbering about?

yesterday at the White House, a bewildered old man in obvious cognitive decline somehow wandered in off the street. the Secret Service must have taken pity on the pathetic old coot, because they did nothing to stop him as he shuffled into the Oval Office and started free-associating into the microphone.

“I’ll tell you a story, a friend of mine who’s a business…man, very very very top guy, most of you would have heard of him. highly neurotic. brilliant businessman. uh, seriously overweight. and he takes the fat— the fat shot…drug. and he called me up, and he said, uh, president— he calls me president, he used to call me Donald, now he calls me president, so that’s nice respect, but he’s a rough guy, smart guy. very successful, very rich. I wouldn’t even know how he would know this but, ’cause he’s got comments, ‘uh president, could I ask you a question?’ I said what. ‘I’m in London and I just paid for this damned fat drug I take.’ I said ‘it’s not working.’ he said, he said, ‘I just paid eighty-eight dollars and in New York I paid thirteen hundred dollars, what the hell is going on?’”

what the fuck was that?

are you telling me that was the actual president of the United States up there, gibbering like a lunatic?

that was the kind of disjointed tale your demented granddad might fart out at the dinner table, right before falling asleep face down in his mashed potatoes.

what we got is a variation of the classic “sir story,” where Donny typically meets up with some fictional blue collar dude who bursts into tears of gratitude upon getting to meet Dear Leader.

now we have a “president story,” where Donny is apparently besties with Jabba the Billionaire, some ‘very very very top guy’ who evidently tips the scales at over a fucking ton.

Jabba’s dealing with his weight issues by mainlining what Donny calls ‘the fat shot drug.’

Donny’s no doubt talking about Ozempic, right? he’s reading off prepared notes, so why doesn’t he just say that? I guess that Dear Leader is so illiterate that when his eyes got to a word that began with ‘ozy,’ his brain seized up and his panicked mouth had to hastily improvise ‘the fat shot drug.’

nice bit of fat-shaming, too, with ‘I said it’s not working.’

‘bro, you’re a fucking whale’ is a pile of stones that President Glass House definitely shouldn’t be throwing at anyone.

but I digress.

Donny had called that press conference in order to announce his latest and awesomest executive order, one in which he was going to lower the prices of all prescription drugs by at least a skillionty percent, and maybe even more.

nice bit of Sewer Clown Theater, too, with Donny flanked by fake-diet-pill-scammer Dr. Oz, and heath nut Bobby Brainworms Jr, who was just back from taking his grandkids for a healthy swim in a bacteria-infected creek.

how does Donny imagine he’s going to accomplish these lower costs? apparently by demanding real hard — because (let’s say it one more time) executive orders are not laws.

Executive orders are issued from the executive branch of the government, specifically the U.S. President. An executive order is not a law in the sense that it does not go through the legislative process. It is not binding on everyone, only on employees of the executive branch.

last time I looked, multinational pharmaceutical conglomerates are not part of the US executive branch — so Big Pharma can pretty much tell Donny to piss straight up a rope, and he can’t do shit about it.

Donny’s insistence that he can lower drug costs through kingly fiat is so nonsensical that even The New York Times had no choice but to commit a journalism and point out that Dear Leader was blowing smoke up an entire nation’s ass.

President Trump on Monday signed an executive order asking drugmakers to voluntarily reduce the prices of key medicines in the United States.

But the order cites no obvious legal authority to mandate lower prices.

the order cites no legal authority, because Donny has no legal authority.

let’s back up and take a look at the larger context: there shouldn’t have been any need for Donny to issue his idiotic order in the first place — because if Donny had just done nothing at all, we would already have lower drug prices.

in August of last year, the Biden administration announced that they were lowering the prices on prescription drugs.

how did Team Biden accomplish this? by negotiating with drug makers.

HHS has reached agreements with all participating manufacturers on new negotiated, lower drug prices for the first 10 drugs selected for the Medicare drug price negotiation program.

cool deal, right? not bad for the guy who got hounded out of the presidential race for being icky and old and probably already dead.

hey, you’ll never guess what Mad King Donny did on the VERY FIRST DAY of his second reign: he look one look at those lowered drug prices and said fuck that shit and fuck it hard.

On Monday, Trump signed a sweeping order aimed in part at reversing several Biden administration executive orders on health care, including efforts to lower the cost of prescription drugs for people on Medicare and Medicaid, enhancing the Affordable Care Act and increasing protections for Medicaid enrollees. The so-called initial rescissions order, according to the Trump White House, is aimed at Biden policies that it says are “deeply unpopular” and “radical.”

why would Donny deliberately screw over the American public like that? say it with me: because fuck you, that’s why.

so now, four months later, Donny’s got a cunning plan to bring drug prices back down to where they already would have been if only he had just done nothing.

here’s a question: Donny’s supposed to be the greatest deal-maker of all time, right? so why didn’t he just negotiate with the drug makers, like Sleepy Joe Brandon did?

because kings don’t negotiate, duh! they just break shit they don’t understand, and then pretend to fix it.

you’re welcome, peons.

can someone please develop a ‘smart shot drug’ and jab it into Dear Leader’s ass? please?

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here are your heroes of the day: this group of high school students on a field trip to the US Capitol. they had a very important question for GOP Rep. Brian Jack:

“why is Trump so orange?”

and now, through the magic of the internet, we can reveal why.

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here’s your daily reminder that I can be found on Blue Sky at this link.

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this is going to be my closing message for the foreseeable future:

practice self-care. do what you need to do to keep sane. if that means you need to disengage with my daily posts for a while, I get it. this community of ours will still be here when you return.

to all the people who have signed on in the days since the election, welcome aboard. settle in as we all try to deal with the shitfuckery that’s ahead of us.

we are all in this together, and we are all here for each other.

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